This place with all its power and bounty was given to the human kind. We lived up to our sentient quality by exploiting it and creating a world where one has to hunt lest he becomes the hunted, or tumbles unless he brings his own down and finally when he thinks he has gained success he has lost himself. This ruthless world is his own creation and he is now struggling, repenting, regretting, and trying desperately to find a way out. Evil and material power comes easy to him and he cowers behind their merciless prowess.
The deceitful and cunning are the ones who are the most afraid; people who use the evil facade and thrive by holding onto their paranoia.
The weak hearted are the ones who have realised their purpose, have separated good from evil but do not have the will to stand up to any kind of tyranny. They simply fade away under the sheer number and power of the ruthless rulers.
And the lost are the ones who have realised that any evil can be beaten by their faith, morality, virtues, patience and hope, but they also know that they were too late. They are the wise ones who weren’t wise enough. Humanity has been clobbered to death by humans and the wise have lost themselves in this irony.
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